"Morning" for sirsmilingdragon
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!"
Red kicked with every 'shit' he said out loud, eventually kicking himself off the bed completely. The morning air circled his bare body and he swore some more. He nothing on. Like nothing. Absolutely nothing. He was completely naked. And he was in bed. Inbed. With Chilton. That Chilton. The Chilton with the absolutely flawless armor, which was somehow sitting neatly on its pedestal thingy, while hisownsuit was scattered around the big room in disarray. Shit. Shit. Shit. How did this happen and why did it happen? Holy balls. Did he even want to know? Did he? Red wasn't sure he did. He probably didn't. Why would he? Jesus Christ, he justslept with Mike Chilton.
Furious, Red gathered up the bed sheet and wrapped it around himself like a royal robe, leaving Chilton completely bare on the bed. Shit, god. This was worst. He felt his cheeks flame with embarrassment and threw the blanket back on the bed to cover his... dare he even still call the knight an enemy? Oh my god, what the hell was he thinking? Did he drink? Was he possessed? Why'd it come to this? Oh god.
The few moments of cold was enough to wake the knight up and Red froze up as the other man shifted under the sheets and sat up. He looked confused for a moment, when he noticed Red standing there, but then he smiled.
And Red swore he wanted to punch him in the face, but he didn't-- and don't you dare fucking ask why.
"Why the hell are yousmiling?" He raged. "AND WHY THE HELL DID YOU SLEEP WITH ME?!"